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"It's so much different here now," Lela said as she looked around.

Grinning, Lewis turned to his desk, "Of course it's different. You live thirty years in the future, where I've probably invented thousands more gadgets then."

Lela quickly shot back, quietly giggling, "Only eight hundred and fifty seven, Mr. Show Off."

"You are exactly like Wilbur, you know that?" Lewis said without thinking. The mischievous grin slid off of Lela's face, and replacing it was one of misery and regret.

"Oh, Lela, I'm-I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking…" Lewis trailed off, realizing what he had said hurt more than anything.

"No, its okay, Lewis, I just have to get over the fact I may never see him again…" she sank, depressed, into a soft cushy chair. Seconds later, she sprang up and screamed.

"Lewis! My- my HAIR!"

Lewis jumped at the sound and looked at Lela oddly. "Your hair?"

She ran towards him, and shoved a chunk of her long blonde hair in his face.

"Lewis, it's brown! Is any of your hair brown?"

It was true. Her golden blonde hair looked like it had been dyed a deep shade of brown.

"Lewis, I got this hair color from you! And, yeah, it doesn't seem you have any brown spontaneously coloring your hair!" She grabbed a handful of hair and forcefully pulled it towards her own face. This time she screamed even louder.

"NO!" Her brown eyes were huge with panic.

"What is it this time?" Lewis was aggravated. It was just hair!

"My h-hair… it- it's… black!" Lela picked up one strand of hair and carefully showed it to Lewis. It was black… like her mother's.

"Lewis, what is happening? Even with you as a father I've never seen anything like this," Lela looked like she couldn't take it anymore. But there was one other thing she was going to have to deal with.

"Um, I don't know…" Lewis knew. Time was affecting her, and she was turning into the first-born child of the Robinson family. Lela was still herself… but more like her mother than her father.

"LEWIS, YOU KNOW FULL WELL SOMETHING IS HAPPENING, NOW DO SOMETHING MR. SCIENCE BOY!!" Lela screamed as she desperately searched for a mirror.

"Aha!" Lela grabbed an early "Carl" part, and looked at her reflection. Her hair was turning steadily darker, and her eyes…

"Oh, God," Lela sighed, collapsing back into the soft chair. Her eyes were now a light purple.

"Lewis, this is not cool. My eyes are going to be blue by the end of the day! My hair is brown! I look like my mom!" Lela groaned.

Lewis suddenly had an idea. It would also distract Lela, but it might disrupt the timeline. Oh well.

"Hey, Lela?" Lewis cautiously approached the vain thirteen-year-old.

"What?" she snapped not looking up from her reflection. "You know, I know you always say 'keep moving forward,' but this is too much. Change officially sucks."

Lewis walked closer to Lela. "How would you like to meet… a friend of mine?" he asked.

Lela suddenly put down her "mirror."

"Mom?" she said excitedly. Lewis nodded.

"Of course! I always wanted to see both of my younger parents, not just one," Lela said gleefully. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"Is this it?" Lela pointed to the next house on the block and asked for the millionth time. Lewis ran a hand through his stick straight hair.

"NO! That one!" he pointed to a white house, clearly annoyed.

"Yes!" Lela bounded up the steps and was about to ring the doorbell when Lewis yelled.

"Hold it! You can't go ringing random people's doorbells saying, 'Hi, have you seen a boy, about eighteen years old, who has black hair, kind of looks like you, and is from the future?'" He added the last part in hushed tones. "All I'm thinking is, 'bad idea.'"

Lewis glared at the very disappointed Lela.

"I'll take this."

Lela stepped away and crossed her arms grumpily. Lewis pushed the doorbell and waited in silence.

"Hello?" a small girl finally answered, looking at Lewis. "Hiya, Lewis! What brings you here?"

Lela looked at her young mother in amazement. She was at least three inches shorter than Lela, and her sleek black hair hung in low pigtails. Her brown eyes were the only thing Lela remembered about her mother, herself, and Wilbur.

'Wilbur, where are you?' Lela cried in her heart. She quickly snapped her attention back to the current conversation.

"Hey Franny. We're just dropping by. Oh, and this is my (cough) friend, Lela." Lewis motioned to her and Lela waved.

"Hello Lela. Lela. That is a really cool name!" Lela smiled and could just tell Lewis was mentally kicking himself.

"Why don't you come in?" Franny welcomed them inside her house. She led them to the den where they all sat on the squishy couch.

"So, Lela," Franny began, "how long have you known Lewis?" Lela stifled a giggle.

"Ever since I was born. Long time family friends, you know?"

Lewis immediately knew this was his worst idea ever. He had forgotten how close Lela and Franny had become after he had left. Lela shot a look at Lewis saying, 'Beat that!'

"But we moved about five years ago and I haven't seen Lewis since. He looks exactly the same though." Lela smiled cheekily at Lewis. Lewis stared fiercely back with a look that clearly said, 'Stop dropping hints!' Lela shrugged.

Lewis looked at his watch and feigned surprise.

"Oh, Lela, we need to go!" Lewis hopped up and forcefully dragged her away from Franny. "Sorry, Franny, but you know, family stuff!"

Franny smiled and nodded, "Okay. Hope to see you around Lela! You're welcome anytime!"

Lela waved goodbye and was lugged out the door.

"Wait!" Lela bounded back inside and quickly asked, "Have you seen a boy, who looks sort of like me, but he's eighteen, and has really weird hair?"

Franny narrowed her eyes, perplexed, but shook her head no.

"Okay, then. Thanks!" Lela ran back out the door, almost running into a very angry looking Lewis.

Her purple-for-now eyes got wide and she muttered, "Uh… hi?"

Lewis did not do anything. He simply replied, "What did you just do?"

"Nothing?" Lela tried unsuccessfully. Lewis raised his eyebrow. Lela sighed and sat down on the curb.

"I asked her if she had seen Wilbur. But nothing about the future or that I was from the future. I swear." Lela held up her hands in defense.

"I just—I'm not sure if I can handle this much more. Not knowing if you'll ever see him again alive, just, it's hard, Lewis! I'm not strong Lewis! He was always there for me, and strong for me! I can't take not knowing anymore," she was breaking down.

"It was comforting seeing Mom because—because, well, I don't know why, but it felt good to see her and be her age and know what she's talking about for once. That's one of the reasons I came back to see you, Lewis."

Lewis sat down on the curb next to her and sighed. Lela looked deep into Lewis's ocean-blue eyes thoughtfully.

"I have an idea of what you're getting at. Wilbur's my son—and my best friend. It's a scary feeling not knowing."

A tear slowly rolled down Lela's cheek. Lewis patted her back and helped her up off the pavement.

"Let's go back to my place. I have something I want to show you that I think will cheer you up."

They headed back home, not turning back for one last glance at Franny's house. If they had, however, they would have seen the young girl standing there with an expression on her face that could only be read as astonishment. The only thing that was running through her mind was, 'Lela… from the future?'

A/N: Ooh, someone else knows about Lela! Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and I just want to say thanks to doodlegirll for egging me on to write this chapter and reviewing a bajillion times. Please review!